Prison Politics

by Beast

  Raheem’s eyes were shut and his body lay haphazardly on the ground. Xavier took him by the shoulders and shook. The thug didn’t flinch. Xavier leaned in and pressed his ear near Raheem’s nose. His breathing was shallow.

  Catching a murder charge during a prison riot was the last thing Xavier needed. He sat down next to the limp body of his infatuation and ran the scenario back in his mind. If pressed, Xavier would say that the boy provoked the fight. It was the best option he could think of that would be remotely believable. Xavier gathered his thoughts and organized his story. Then a low grunt vibrated from Raheem’s body.

  Thank God, Xavier thought.

  It didn’t look like the boy was going to die. Xavier wouldn’t be at risk of serving jail time for a murder. But now, Raheem was waking up and definitely was going to be angry as hell when he regained his bearings. Xavier knew he had to do something. If he didn’t, the thug might try to fulfill his promise and try to kill Xavier the moment he got the chance.

  Xavier looked over the small cell considering all his options. There weren’t many. Then he had an idea. The CO jumped up and snatched all the bed linen from the top bunk and tossed it down to the ground. He watched Raheem groggily move from side to side in the bed. Even in his current state the boy was fine as Hell. Xavier kicked himself mentally for the thought.

  After quickly separating the fitted sheet and flat sheet from the thin, rough comforter it became apparent that he didn’t have enough material for the task at hand. Xavier moved quickly and pulled the covers from under Raheem’s almost lifeless body. In his haste, Xavier forced the young inmate onto his stomach. For the first time, Xavier got a good look at the thug’s firm, round ass. It was a magnificent sight.

  Xavier was stuck. He’d frozen right on the spot. Never before had he checked out another man’s ass. And never in his wildest dreams did he think that he’d get some type of enjoyment from the spectacle. But there he was, in the middle of a prison riot, looking at Raheem Jones’ ass poking into the air with just a thin piece of cloth separating his raw flesh from the elements.

  Something deep and primal had awakened within Xavier. His mouth watered and his heart beat hastened. The way the small of Raheem’s muscular back seemed to curve effortlessly into the plumpness that was his ass was hypnotizing. Xavier dick began to thicken as he appreciated Raheem’s backside. It was small, maybe little more than a handful, but it looked perfect, like every other part of the boy’s body.

  The moment of admiration and downright lusting subsided for a split second. Raheem’s head rose from the thin material the Department of Corrections dared called a mattress. Xavier didn’t have the luxury of time to keep fucking around. He knew that. Quickly, he surveyed the bottom bed bunk and devised his scheme.

  Each bed frame was essentially a hunk of metal bolted into the cinder brick walls. Two metal L shaped poles were welded to the corner of the beds at the points that stuck out into the room and held the beds together. Xavier moved from to the top of the bed, near Raheem’s head and began the task at hand.

  Learning how to tie knots so many years ago in Boy Scout’s had finally come in handy. Xavier took the first fitted sheet and wrapped one of the ends around Raheem’s wrist. He tied a knot so tightly that the inmate’s arm instinctively spasmed. Xavier took the other end of the sheet and stuffed it in the small space between the wall and the metal bunk. He moved on to the next limb once the fabric was on the ground under the bunk.

  With each wrist and ankle firmly tied up, Xavier shimmied under the bed and began to knot the sheets together. He pulled them until they were nice and taut. The way he knotted them would only strengthen the knots when Raheem struggled and fought to get loose. And Xavier knew the convict would fight his little heart out trying to free himself. A small, perverse smile of victory creased Xavier’s lips.

  Xavier finished and slid from under the bunk. He looked down at Raheem. A surge of power coursed through his body. For a brief moment the riot didn’t matter. The sexual control Raheem had exerted over Xavier was gone. Xavier was back in charge.

  Sounds of men whooping and hollering just outside the cell shook Xavier from his power induced trance. Raheem was restrained but there was still work to be done. Xavier began to pull off his clothes. He slid on the oranges he took from Raheem and placed his CO uniform in a pillowcase from the top bunk. Just as he dropped the makeshift bag to the floor, Raheem finally woke up.

  “You gonna die, nigga!”

  Xavier went to a knee until he was face to face with the beautiful male specimen he had in bondage. With a heavy hand, the CO patted the bare of Raheem’s back three times, making the inmate tense and wince in pain each time.

  “Maybe. But if I was you I’d calm the fuck down before I have to put something in your mouth.”

  Raheem’s face soured. “I’ll bite your shit off if you put it anywhere near my mouth, motherfucker. I aint no fucking bitch!”

  Xavier frowned. At first he was perplexed. Then understanding struck him like lightning. The thought to place his dick in the boy’s mouth had never crossed Xavier’s mind. Until now. The same control and power that had aroused Raheem a few hours ago was now seeping into Xavier’s mind and body. It was euphoric and intoxicating.

  “You must not understand the position you’re in, slim.”

  The sound of Xavier’s voice and his tone were as menacing to his own ears as they were to Raheem’s. Only, the inmate recoiled in fear. Xavier drank up the raw emotion and was only encouraged to further torment the boy. Slowly, Xavier slid his hand down to the small of Raheem’s back and laced his fingers under the inmate’s boxer waistband so that his three middle fingers grazed the top of his plump ass.

  “What you doing, nigga?” Raheem asked angrily. There was more fear than threat in the voice. “Told you I aint no bitch!”

  Xavier thrust his hand down the thin boxers and gripped Raheem’s ass firmly. “Little nigga, you bout to be my bitch in a minute if you keep on with that yelling shit.”

  Raheem pulled and twisted at the fabric cuffs chaining him to the bed. He didn’t get anywhere. Xavier giggled at the boy’s futile attempt to get away and begin to kneed and massage the warm flesh flexing under his fingertips. For the very first time in his life, he felt his manhood swell at the sensation of another man’s ass moving and bulging under his grip.

  Xavier managed to work his middle finger over the tightness deep between the inmates smooth ass. Raheem clenched his cheeks as hard as he could. It was a futile attempt. Xavier brought down his other hand hard on the boy’s ass over and over again until he relaxed.

  “Don’t make me beat that ass nigga,” Xavier said with his hand raised in the air. The sound of his voice even scared him. Seeing the look on Raheem’s face sent chills of excitement over his body. “You’re not in control.”

  Raheem’s expression was stone cold. He clenched his jaw shut and looked up at Xavier with the anger of a thousand hornets. Xavier relished the look. Something he had never felt raged through his body. The feeling was invigorating and scary at the same time. It was like a high. Xavier was tripping on power, control and lust. It was the craziest shit he ever felt.

  Xavier slowly moved his finger from Raheem’s reluctant ass. He placed the finger right under his nostrils and took a deep breath. The move seemed as natural as breathing. The scent that struck his senses made his blood rush and dick strain even harder in his stolen oranges. Xavier would have never imagined that the smell of a nigga’s ass would have him in such frenzy. Now, he only wanted more.

  Xavier stood up, his manhood unabashedly jutting out against his loose fitting orange prison pants, and looked down at Raheem. He moved quickly. Xavier took both sides of Raheem’s boxers and pulled them down to the middle of the inmate’s thighs. His black ass was fully exposed. It was as smooth and perfect as a black pearl. Xavier almost couldn’t catch his breath from the sight. Then an idea took hold in his mind.

  Raheem watched Xavier move to where his toiletries were.
Fear flooded his limber body. He twisted, turned and pulled at the makeshift shackles on his wrists and ankles. He was no closer to freeing himself than the first time he tried to get the tied sheets from his limbs. If anything, the struggling made the cloth tighten. He could only look up at Xavier and wait to see what the crazed guard was plotting now.

  “Hope you ass is ready for this,” Xavier said over his shoulder. “Cause all that clenching aint going to matter.”

  Raheem’s jaw dropped when he saw the tube of Vaseline in Xavier’s hand. “Dog, don’t do this shit,” he pleaded. “You really bout to rape me nigga?”

  “Can’t rape the willing,” Xavier replied. “I felt your gouch when I was working that prison booty. It was hard as I am right now.”

  “Gouch?!” Raheem yelled. Confusion riddled his tone. “The fuck is a gouch?”

  Xavier smiled as he popped the top and smeared a healthy amount on his finger. “That’s the small part between your ass hole and your balls. It’s like an extension of your dick. And yours was hard. Admit it. This shit is turning you on as much as me.”

  “Naw,” Raheem shook his head violently. “I aint with that faggot shit.”

  “You saying one thing but your body is saying another.”

  “Motherfucker, I aint no bitch and you aint fucking me in the ass!”

  Xavier chuckled. “We got to get even, inmate Jones. I submitted, now it’s your turn.”

  Raheem struggled to get free again. Xavier ignored the attempt and managed to smear a fat glob of the lubricant between the inmate’s ass cheeks. Xavier worked his middle finger pass the hard cheeks and pressed against the tight, smooth hole that tempted and teased his libido. He was knuckles deep when Raheem just stopped fighting.

  “Put your dick in my mouth,” the inmate whispered.

  Xavier frowned and looked down at him suspiciously. The boy had already promised to bite his manhood off and now he was asking for it. Even though Xavier’s dick jumped at the thought of stroking out the thug’s throat, he was wary of teeth snapping his shit off. Xavier surveyed the boy’s face as he fingered the now relaxed hole of the inmate.

  “So now you want to taste my meat?” Xavier asked.

  Before Raheem could answer, Xavier worked a second finger into the slim bodied criminal and began massaging his prostate from the inside of Raheem’s ass. Grunts and moans of pleasure forced their way pass the inmates perfectly curved lips. Xavier reached down with his free hand and slipped it under Raheem’s burning hot body. He reached for the inmate’s dick. It was on brick.

  “Just put it in my mouth and stop motherfucking talking, nigga.”

  Xavier bit at his bottom lip. He stroked the inmate’s dick and ass in unison before he pulled away and pulled off his own oranges and boxer briefs. Now, he was naked from the waist down. Xavier’s dick swung menacingly in Raheem’s face. Xavier reached down and moved the inmate’s dreads. He stepped up and pressed the head of his dick against Raheem’s lips.

  Raheem didn’t hesitate. He opened his mouth and swallowed the guard whole. He sucked and sucked until half of Xavier’s dick was stuffed down his throat. Raheem’s sucking moved Xavier into a steady stroking motion. The pace went from fast and hard to slow and steady. Xavier enjoyed every moment of the ride.

  After the initial shock and surprise had passed, Xavier opened his eyes. He ran his fingers through the inmates hair and he face fucked the boy. Xavier looked from his beautiful face, over his muscular body and back down to his dark, plump ass. Still, the thought of the boy’s hole had him in a trance.

  Xavier took some more Vaseline and put it on his finger. He placed his digits against the slick hole and worked back inside of Raheem’s thugged out, tight sphincter. This time, the inmate’s ass opened up for the phallic invader. His throat even relaxed more and accommodated the thickness of Xavier’s stiff erection.

  “Fuck!” Xavier yelled under his breath. “This ass and this mouth are hot as fuck. You going to let me slip up in this shit before all this riot bull is over.”

  Raheem hummed in what sounded like his approval. Xavier’s knees buckled from the sensation. As much as he wanted to poke the boy in the butt, he could feel his orgasm building. Xavier growled hungrily and thrust his three fingers in Raheem’s ass. He pulled at the inmates dreads and forced his dick deep down in the man’s throat. He clenched his eyes shut and concentrated so he didn’t cum too quickly. It was too late.

  “Yessss,” he hissed. “That feels so fucking good.” Xavier pronounced each syllable in rhythm with his mechanical like stroking. “I’m going to bust!”

  Xavier pressed his hips forward, gagging Raheem, and shot his load deep into the inmate’s guts. Each shot sent a shudder of pleasure through his sweat slickened body. With the last drop oozing from his dick, Xavier let out an apprehensive grunt and smiled. Slowly, he pulled his softening manhood from Raheem’s mouth.

  “You better swallow every drop too,” Xavier said. “And I hope that ass is ready. Won’t take me long to get hard again.”

  “Good,” a voice from near the door said. “Cause my dick is hard as fuck right now and I see two bitches I can fuck right now.”

  Xavier and Raheem both turned towards the cell door. Three inmates stood at the entrance leering at the pair with lust and rage in their eyes.

  Solitary

  Blood teased the tips of Xavier’s taste buds. Pain throbbed over his face with the beat of his racing heart. The soreness in his cheek made him wince and the pressure in his left temple almost made him double over in pure agony. Xavier’s gut twisted and pulled like a cramp strung on crack. Waves of pain crashed into him so hard that he was almost knocked back into unconsciousness. He was plagued with lightheadedness. Everything was a blur.

  Xavier struggled to calm himself. He clenched his eyes shut and took deep breaths until he finally steadied himself. Xavier focused on the sound of air filling and leaving his lungs, ignoring the pain. Slowly, his vision began to clear and his memory crept into his mind. The horror of what had happened just before he was knocked out struck him like a runaway train.

  A violent barrage of fists pummeling towards his face exploded in his mind. What he saw was so vivid that he recoiled back into a defensive posture as if it were happening all over again. Xavier hit his head against something cold and hard. The thought was gone almost as quickly as it had appeared and molested his mind.

  It’s over, Xavier thought. He said the words over and over until he believed them. He reminded himself that it was just a memory. Vivid as fuck but it was over. The bruises that littered his body were a testament to that fact. A small grin spread on his swollen, busted lips. He may have gotten his ass whipped but Xavier knew he put up a hell of a fight. He was sure that he wasn’t the only one who had walked away with a bloodied lip and a few bruises. Still, the moment of victory was short lived. Someone had struck him so hard that he had been unconscious for God knew how long.

  Xavier had no idea where he was. The prisoners that assaulted him had moved him from Raheem’s cell. He didn’t remember it happening but he knew he was in a different cell. His memory was devoid of the men’s face. Only the crisp, vivid images of black fist filled his thoughts.

  Xavier’s senses crept back almost as stealthily as the stench filling the small space violating his nose. It smelled like shit. Slowly, his vision cleared up enough to make out his surroundings. He looked around the barren cell, fighting the panic that swelled in his chest. Raheem was nowhere to be seen. They’d separated them. He was alone.

  Now is not the time to bitch up, Xavier thought. These niggas want me scared. He struggled to gain control of his emotions. If he wanted to live through the riot and survive whatever the men who had attacked him had planned then he needed to have his wits about him. No one was going to come save the day. Xavier knew that his life depended on one person; him. He needed a plan.

  Xavier looked up from his sunken frame and surveyed the cell. He wondered what they had done with Raheem. Fear erupted
in his chest. Images of all the horrible things the young inmate could have been enduring spread through Xavier’s mind like wildfire. Anything that happened would be his fault. Because of his savage sexual hunger, Raheem was tied to the bed, helpless and vulnerable.

  Xavier’s concern and despair for Raheem didn’t last long. Reality slammed into the guard’s chest like an eighteen wheeler without brakes. He was the police behind these walls. He was the physical embodiment of the oppression these men had felt every day. He was the one the inmates would exact revenge upon for all the shit they even endured from anyone in a uniform. What plans they may have had for him sent chills up and down Xavier’s body. He was surprised that he was still alive.

  His muscles tensed to the point of pain. Adrenaline surged through his veins. Xavier jumped to his feet and charged towards the door. Inches from his escape, his body violently jerked back towards the bare metal bunk beds. Torn sheets shackled his wrists and tore into his flesh. He was tied to the bunk like a dog chained to a poll in a dirt yard. Then Xavier realized that not only was he tied up, but he was gagged and stripped of all clothing.

  Xavier struggled to temper the panic consuming his body. He steeled himself and let his mind race. There was no telling what had been done to him while he was out. Xavier focused his mind on his body. There was only pain in his gut and face. Sadly, he was thankful for that small realization. He hadn’t been violated. Not yet anyways.

  There was no telling how long he’d been out. Xavier could see darkness from the small window. It was either the same night the riot went down or the next evening. He doubted it was the latter. There was no way the warden would have allowed the riot to go on for twenty-four hours, hostages or not.

  Fuck! I should have just taken that job at Walmart as a manager, Xavier thought. At least I wouldn’t be scared that some criminal would be slitting my throat with a shank or some shit.